Hi dear,
I wrote this letter to remind you that
As an iron in the hands of a Smith, I want to shape you
It is not meant to harm you but to sharpe you
I want to make something new from the old you
Don’t doubt but believe what I’ve told you
Don’t be afraid, with my mighty hand I hold you
As a clay in Potter’s hands, I want to mold you
My purpose is to give you peace and to make you prosper
In the midst of confusion, hear that sweet whisper
Always reminding you that you are Loved, Treasured and Honored
For you are precious in my sight,
Whatever touches you touches the apple of my eye
That’s why I’ll give nations for your ransom
As a baby in his mother’s bosom
I hold you and nothing will ever snatch you from my hands
Your Mender
Axpted 